Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the ponies grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The was togged out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the looked kinda treed,
Till the got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came from ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, stake your pen!
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when leads the show,
I've 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
That gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."